Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

MONALISA P. O. VAll content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I fought to hold them back. My mind was a jumbled mess as I tried to figure out how that bastard found out Gardy’s location.

I couldn’t help but blame myself for this situation. If I had known this would happen, I would have chosen a completely different country, far away from Italy. Now, both Mother and Child are in danger because of me.

My thoughts felt like needles piercing my skin, but I refused to let them weigh me down. It wasn’t the time for self-blame; it was time to act quickly. I had to bring Gardy back to her son, just as I had promised.

I turned to the woman, noticing that she seemed lost in her own thoughts. After a while, she spoke up, “Gardy never had friends who visited her at home. It has always just been her and her son. I wonder who she might have offended, but she doesn’t seem like a troublemaker either.”

I nodded in confirmation of what she said. Throughout my stay in Gardy’s home, I never saw any visitors, not even her best friend Lily.

I remember when Lily insisted on coming to her home, but Gardy lied and said she wasn’t in town. At some point, I understood her reasons for living hidden. Despite being a highly paid stripper, Gardy chose to live in secrecy to protect herself and her son, even though she could afford any mansion she wanted.

“Did the strange man came with an accomplice?” I asked.

She shook her head slowly. “I only saw him, no one else.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” I said, thanking her and rushing back to Gardy’s apartment to look for any clues about where he might have taken her. But as soon as I opened the door, Doven stopped me, holding a piece of paper.

“I found this under the couch,” he said, handing me the paper. I glanced at it and saw “MEXICO” written boldly. I tried to figure out what it meant…

“What does it mean?” Doven asked, curious and coming closer to me.

“Gardy was kidnapped,” I revealed. “And I think this is where she was taken.” I raised the paper in the air, tears streaming down my face. My heart shattered because this was the same country I had tried to run away from. This was the same country I had killed Phil for. Now, I had no choice but to go back to that same country to save my loved one.

Doven rested his hands on my shoulders. “She was kidnapped? And you think Mexico is where we’ll find her?” he asked, furrowing his brow.

“But it’s written—-” I started to protest.

“What if it’s just a random piece of paper, used by Idris? And you’re mistaking it for a clue?”

“Idris can’t write this boldly!” I protested, angrily pushing his hands away, wondering why he was trying to discourage me.

He sighed. “Look, Joanne, I don’t want you to get into trouble. You don’t even know Mexico. Just by looking at you, I can tell you’ve never been there before. So tell me, where will you look for her?” He was trying to make me see things from his perspective, but he had no idea who I really am.

Despite being abused by Dominic, he never hesitated to take me along on his numerous trips, including to Mexico. He never wanted to be apart from me. But whenever we arrived in each country, he would lock me away from people.

“I will look everywhere. I will search every corner of Mexico until I find Gardy,” I yelled at him. I already knew where Dominic had taken her. It was one of his buildings in Mexico, and I knew its location.

“Then I’m coming with you. I won’t be able to forgive myself if anything bad happens to you,” he said, his voice filled with concern as he held my hands. “Please let me come with you.”

I smiled and gently pushed his hands away. “You’ll take care of Idris while I’m gone, won’t you? Please stay behind and look after him until I return with his mother,” I pleaded.

“But I want to help you, Joanne,” he whined childishly.

I glanced at the paper for a moment. “First, take care of Idris. Secondly, book a flight for me to Mexico,” I said, shifting my gaze to him.

He pulled me into a hug, sobbing on my shoulder, shocking me. “Why are you crying?” I asked, confused by his reaction.

“Nothing. Just don’t get hurt,” he whispered in my ear before pulling away. He quickly grabbed his phone and booked the flight for me.

I watched him, his tears threatening to fall. I was so confused by his emotional reaction. “Doven, are you sure you’re okay?” I asked.

“I’m fine,” he replied plainly, but there were tears in his eyes, which only confused me more. “It’s done. Come, let me drop you off,” he said, holding my hand and leading me to his car.

*****

Derek’s Point of View (P. O. V):

I forcefully pushed him to the ground, but he remained silent. I tried to control my anger until I heard the whole story, but the idiot stayed quiet, trembling like a leaf.

I stormed past him and grabbed the remote control from the table. I questioned why I was wasting my time on him when I could easily find the information I needed with just a few clicks.

Scrolling through my saved files, I was shocked by what I saw. My lips curled into a snarl, and my teeth ground together. Anger swirled inside me, and I pushed everything off the table in frustration.

“Please, Derek, control your temper,” Jaxon rushed over and tapped my shoulder gently.

Ignoring him, I angrily approached Niel, who was still kneeling on the floor with his head down. My fist flew through the air and landed forcefully on his nose. “Why the hell didn’t you call me immediately?” I yelled at him, delivering a series of punches. “Why?”

He fell to the ground as I pushed him, enraged by the thought of those worthless thugs seeing my loved one exposed.

“Doven ordered me not to say a word to you. He told me to keep them restrained in the club basement until he returned,” he quickly explained, defending himself.

Confusion furrowed my brow. “And who does he think he is to give such an order?” I asked, breathing heavily as my shoulders rose and fell, as i grabbed his collar shirt, “Answer me! You dick sucking moron!” I released another punch on his lips.

“Apologies, Mob, but he was simply following Joanne’s request. She knew that you would react in an extreme manner if you found out. Apologies again, Mob, it wasn’t Doven’s fault.”

I nodded in agreement, retrieving my phone from my pocket and dialing his number. However, he frustratingly declined my call, which irritated me. I decided to wait for their return, as he would have to answer to me. I waved my hand and he quickly left my office, as if he had escaped a death sentence

I turned towards Jaxon and asked, “What do you have for me, Jaxon?” I walked over to the nearest couch and sat down, trying to suppress the anger building inside me. How dare those thugs? What gave them the audacity?

“Here…” Jaxon handed me a large white envelope. I took it, and as I raised my gaze, I noticed Niel still standing in front of my door. I thought he had already left. “What!” I yelled.

“Mob, are you still searching for Doven?”

I didn’t say a word to him. Instead, I pulled out a stack of papers from the envelope Jaxon had given me, along with some photos. Confusion furrowed my brow as I dropped them in front of me. I sighed. “So… do you have any idea where he might be?” I asked.

He shook his head, “No boss!” he replied. As soon as those words left his mouth, I felt the urge to smash his head against the wall for getting my hopes up. I shook my head at his stupidity. “So why did you ask me if I was looking for him?” I questioned him in a low, cold voice, and he instinctively took two steps backward, bowing his head.

“Forgive me, boss. I thought–”

My eyes slowly closed. “Before I open my eyes, you better be out of my sight. Before I do something unthinkable!” I growled, and he quickly ran out, shutting the door behind him.

I sighed, shifting my attention to Jaxon. “Can you explain this? Who is this little girl in the photo you brought me?” I pushed the phone towards him.

He didn’t look at the picture, assuming he had already done so. He spoke up, “Her name is Monalissa, and she is Dominic’s daughter. This picture was taken thirteen years ago.”

“Who would’ve thought that scumbag had a daughter.” I helplessly scanned her face, and my gaze landed on the necklace hanging loosely around her neck. It looked so familiar, and I recalled seeing it on Joanne’s neck. “About this necklace…” I trailed off, trying to find the right words to use. But when I raised my gaze, I saw Jaxon staring blankly at the big screen.

“What is Dominic doing here?” he muttered.

“Of course, he sometimes comes here to… wait! Where did you see him?” I stood up.

“There…” He pointed at the scene displayed on the screen, and true to his words, Dominic was seen talking to one of my men. I quickly dialed a number on my phone. Within minutes, he rushed into my office, bowing slightly as he approached.

“I don’t want to question your loyalty, Sango. I need a straight answer. What was Dominic talking to you about?” I stood in front of him.

“Mob, I swear on my life, I will only speak the truth. Dominic was asking me about Gardy and her home address,” he said sincerely.